Xander Night - 20 Lyrics

I Said yo bitch wanna f*ck with me but she got attitude
I don't treat her special matter fact I treata hella rude
Cuz I got
20 bitches on the call log
20 bitches I can call dawg leave em with the hurt walls
20 of them that don't like draws
20 of them that don't like bras leave em with the lock jaw
I don't stunt I just hit up yo chick, she wanna chill gave her keys to the crib
Don't even trip always switch up the locks, pimpin ain't skimpin no trust for these thots
Cuz I
Stay up on my grind
Stay up on your mind
Stay up on her line
And I'm always gripping a smith
Stay up on my time
Stay up on my rhymes
Stay up on crime
So I'm never slippin ya bish
But I'm still tryna slide in, then fall back no providing
Ain't complain when you was riddin, pussy was wetter den plosiden
Write some bars then I light it, discipline so I write it
This the shit dope don't fight it, man it make me get excited
So hit em with the fast flow yeah it's all about my cash flow
Screaming f*ck the world Let the mothaf*cka it burn slow
Blunt smoke coming out the tinted windows, burning nothing but the indow
Playing ears like Nintendo, funny part is this only the crescendo
Yeah you got the out dow I ain't tryna smoke it
But I can see your girl pussy print and I'm just tryna poke it
I ain't joking she was smoking
Treat that kitty like it's summa super soak it
Ill illusions in my head had me stroken
But you can never take me serious I'm alway jokin
20 bitches on the call log
20 bitches I can call dawg leave em with the hurt walls
20 of them that don't like draws
20 of them that don't like bras leave em with the lock jaw
And I know all women ain't bitches, just the ones that only chasing men for their riches
And it's funny how the ones that call each other it
Be the first mad when they hear the word bitch
You a hypocrite
Expecting no one to call you a hoe
When you out at these shows
Wearing no kind of clothes
All your parts are exposed
Eyes alway super low
Powder up in ya nose
Never missing a does
That why you can only ever get a doosh bag
Pants off his ass always got the same due rag
Talks in his raps bout the guns the he claps
Face stay lookin mad like a stick up his ass
Why is it imposible for you to crack a smile dude
I know that you bleed, fear and cry like a human do
Death will one day be the truth but before it follows threw
Please just take a look what society has done to you
Thanking the lord cuz we blessed every day
You soar from the hate that you throw my way
No attention I pay only tryna get paid
Waisting our time while there's pessos to make
Never commit to the shit that you say
Act like you play but don't come to the game
That shit it fake I can't relate
Creep like a mouse so yo keso I take
Most the fine girl I was tryna f*ck in high school
Got pregnant quick buy some motha f*ckin asshole
Member we would pass notes never let me smash tho
Now when I'm in town you blow my phone up hella fast hoe
And I pick it up drive while you suck
Pimpin not slippin im wearing glove
Cuz back in the day all I wanted was love
What a surprise now I just wanna f*ck
But damn baby girl you thicker than I remember
But you got one or two more kids than last November
I got
20 bitches on the call lo
20 bitches I can call dawg leave em with the hurt walls
20 of them that don't like draws
20 of them that don't like bras leave em with the lock jaw
Pimpin ain't slippin no trust for these thots
Pimpin ain't slippin no trust for these thots
Pimpin ain't slippin no trust for these thots
Pimpin ain't slippin no trust for these thots